“Just as I thought. You’re fully dilated, Aoife,” the midwife declared. “You’re ready to deliver.” “A poo?” “No, pet, a baby.” “Oh, Jesus, Joe.” Crying out, she clutched my hand and pulled me close. “If I shit in front of you, please don’t hold it against me.” “Molloy,” I coaxed, brushing her hair off her clammy face. “You can do whatever you want in front of me, okay?” “That’s comforting, Joe,” she cried out, hooking an arm around my neck and catching me up in a headlock Kav would be proud of. “Because I think you’re about to see what I look like on the inside.”
